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INTRO LOG #2

INTRO LOG #2
Put a Sock in It
Content Warnings: Disorientation, memory loss, confusion
Themes: Arrival, survival, exploration, horror
You wake, standing. A thick, muddy red dust coats your skin and clothes - it sticks to your tongue and blocks your vision. Inhale and it chokes you, exhale and your breath puffs out in front of your face in a transparent maroon cloud. It tastes of copper, tangy and harsh. Movement is difficult, every limb tingles and aches. Look to your left, your right. Evenly spaced in each direction stands another person indistinguishable in every way from the next. You're disoriented and lethargic, unable to grasp onto a single thought. A pinprick of light blooms ahead and grows steadily larger; a door has opened.
Hands grip your wrists, push at the small of your back and guide you out of the darkness into a room with four walls and a thin, sagging ceiling. The plaster is peeling, the air is musty, and the floor is slick. White plastic piping juts up from the center and curves into multiple spouts, clean water flowing in uneven streams. Those hands pull your clothes off and clear the dust from your body, redress you in handsewn jumpsuits. By the time they’re through, you will have begun to come back to yourself.
A finger is pressed to your lips. Kind eyes meet your own and a single word is whispered - hush.
Led out of the room in a line, you’re taken down a short hallway and into another, much larger room. There’s a woman waiting for you there, a child hugging her leg, and a cloth bag in her hands. She reaches in and pulls out a device, passes one to each of you. Once finished, she begins to move both hands in graceful gestures, a language. One of the people who helped you lifts their device and the screen lights up, tracks the woman’s hands. Letters appear on the screen and you understand the device’s purpose. She tells you what she knows and it’s not much.
This world is haunted. Noise attracts them, so it is not allowed. Communication is through body language, soundless writing, and the device. She tells you that your feet must be light and your mouth never used. There is a community outside these doors, where you can survive together, but only if you agree to one thing: complete and total silence. You'll have time to talk it over. You may ask one question and receive one answer.
Acceptance allows you to journey outside. The ground is marked in pathways of sand, lining the paths to each building and everywhere in-between. You notice that the locals hold their devices always, aloft and glance to it often. It will not vibrate or make a sound to signal a message. Notices appear. Rules. Guidelines. Feet on the sand and never anywhere else. To open a door you brush your fingers along the hinges - oiled and you may enter. If not, take the brush from the can sitting nearby and coat the metal with the dark liquid.
Now, you're to settle into your new home – with or without the help of those who have come before you.
The Place Inside
Content Warnings: Disorientation, hallucinations, body horror
Themes: Plot, exploration
Have you been to hell. And more importantly, have you been back. We all know this pain but are too scared to recall. This horror controls us, pulls at our strings to ensure how our life plays out. So, let me rephrase my question: have you been to Ile Lacrox. And more importantly, can you come back.
In the community, if you hear something you're not supposed to hear, you learn to look the other way. If you see something you're not supposed to see, you pretend it never happened. If you feel disappointed, you learn to never ask for more. So, through good times and bad, famine and feast, the natives held fast to their rules until one common day a sly wind blew in from the south...
That same red dust twists through the streets, curling up in faint, little plumes of familiarity. The farther south you go, the thicker it becomes. Those willing to explore far enough will find it coming from an island in the middle of the river. Once there, doting every available surface is the evidence of Sound Eater births, and the closer you are to the island, the harder it is to avoid being coated in red. Even if it's not rubbed into the skin, it doesn't take long for the effects to take over. Every sound is amplified. Your breaths are deafening, the slightest step echoes. But no Sound Eater attacks. Your vision blurs, and it's as if your mouth is sealing itself shut. Those you traveled with seem to be similarly affected, and you know you have to be quiet. Anyone who brought supplies with them might discover that a drink of water subdues the symptoms.
OOC: Only characters who entirely submerge themselves in water will be free of the dust effects. Just remember that noise will attract Sound Eaters.
Liplocked
Content Warnings: Violent tendencies, mind alteration
Themes: Love, romance, obsession, sex
The natives are of French origin, and with that comes a love of romance. Residents will find treats and valentines at their doors. That same night, there will be a small, red-glowing fire built near the fountain. There will be jars pressed into the dirt and filled with a sweet, red liquid. Some natives can be seen drinking it and being very affectionate with one another. Anyone who drinks this is inspired to show endearment or lust to others, and it will wear off after sleeping.
There's also the noticeable addition of a new arrival. They came through the Reset Room just like everybody else. They understand the rules and follow them to a tee. They are the perfect example of what the natives want in their residents. They are charming and captivating. They say nothing, and they don't have to. When your eyes meet, you feel seduced. There's a nervous flutter in your stomach. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Pounding, constricting. They smile and then turn away.
As they're walking, you notice you're not the only one looking at them, and in their expression, you see your own mirrored. What started as sweet infatuation and longing dissolves into a jealousy unlike any you've ever known. All you understand now is that to win their affections you have to come out on top—so you're the only one they see. Your actions are not your own, but they're still yours.
OOC: There are two ways to break the "spell". Your character fights it out with someone else who is feeling the same way OR they're approached and physically touched by someone who isn't affected by the newcomer. A third of the community will be completely unaffected (everyone else is affected unless the player is uncomfortable with playing out the scenarios). The newcomer can be of any gender the player wishes. For those partaking in drinking, the players can choose what effects it has; it can inspire feelings of lust or boost paternal/maternal instincts or devotion towards friends.
OOC
From your mods:
Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun!

Zeno | Akatsuki no Yona
ii. Welcome Home
iii. Wildcard
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Uh, yeah. Thanks, buddy. You got a name?
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youre welcome
its zeno
is mister new here
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[ Zeno might not be able to reach Majima's head, but Majima was absolutely going to reach out to ruffle his hair.
It... wasn't something he'd usually do, but he'd been feeling sort of weird ever since he'd had a nip of whatever was in those weird jars. ]
How long you been around?
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[Yeah, he has a habit of not using names. But Zeno doesn't seem to mind the hair ruffling as he beams throughout the exchange.
It's impossible to tell if he finds all of this strange - between the new world or the odd affection, Zeno looks as though he might be used to it.]
zeno got here this morning
everything is so different from what zeno is used to
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[ By which Majima meant the jumpsuits. He wasn't a fan. ]
Where ya from?
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they gave it to zeno for free so hell wear it gratefully
[Between getting blood all over his clothes, them being sliced or torn, or even completely burned off - Zeno's just glad to have clothes in general.]
zeno is from kouka kingdom
but has traveled far and wide
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that was strange. just a moment ago she was trying to aggressively cling onto the odd stranger, and now.... after that tap on the head, mitsuha almost shrieks when she realizes what she's doing; she lets go of the stranger and jumps back a bit, then turns to look at the boy with strikingly yellow hair. ]
How
How did you do that???
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miss doesnt know
then zeno will show you
[This is the part where his hand raises and....
Pats her on the head.
W e l p.]
see its easy
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he just taps her on the head, though, and she's looking up...but....that's.
is it really that simple... ]
Is that how you made it go away?
The weird feelings, I mean!
Didn't you feel them too?
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For some reason the girl is surprised at how easy a pat on the head is.
Then she says something else and he looks back at her curiously.]
zeno didnt feel any weird feelings
maybe zeno passed his normal feelings on to miss
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Thank you so much!!!!
[ she types it rapidly, her cheeks totally flushed as she holds the device up in front of him. she is absolutely mortified by her behavior, and it's written all over her face. ]
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zeno is glad to have helped
if miss needs normal emotions again zeno will be glad to help
[How cute children are. She's obviously embarrassed by her actions while Zeno just lets it wash right over him.]
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... that he feels the pat to his head.
... and instantaneously relaxes, blinking a few times before turning to look at the blond-haired stranger.
In the midst of his surprise, he signs: ]
Thanks, I'm not sure--
[ His hands freeze.
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He pulls out the device, and then sends: ]
Do you know the sign language, yet? You seem to be new.
I'm Akira Kurusu. And, as I was trying to say through sign language... thank you. I'm not sure what came over me.
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Though it doesn't escape his notice that this kid was staring at someone specific much like the young miss had earlier.
Perhaps it isn't the liquid. Zeno certainly doesn't feel that unnaturally pulled towards someone - then again sometimes things just don't have an effect on him that it does on other people. Something being immortal helps with that.
Still, Zeno is smiling at the kid and he watches the strange hand movements but doesn't make a move to answer in the same way. In fact, he doesn't move until he sees the kid pull out his writing box and it's to pull out his own.]
zeno doesnt know it at all
mister should show me how to say thank you and youre welcome
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Being called "mister" makes me feel like an old man.
Akira is fine.
[ But... as for the signs! ]
"Thank you" is...
[ Insert sign!! And he'll give Zeno a chance to repeat the motion before moving on to the next one. ]
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okay kid
[He watches very intently before mimicking it himself.]
did zeno get it right :)
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>"Nice work, sir."
>"Good job, blondie."
>"..." ]
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[ Yet, he doesn't look remotely upset over being called a kid. He's been called way worse.
Annnd now for the next one. ]
This is "you're welcome."
[ More hand gestures! ]
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He was called 'sir'. Which doesn't really bother him. Instead Zeno smiles and pats Akira on the fluffy head as if he's praising a child.]
zeno is a good learner :D
[Zeno again mimics the hand sign with surprising ease.]
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What could they be doing? Curious she approaches and taps on their back.]
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When the tap comes on his back, Zeno expects to find someone who lives in the house. Not his wife from hundreds of years ago. Which is why he stands there with his eyes wide for a very long time.
She can't be here. This is a dream or illusion or one of the many times he's thought he saw her - Zeno's lost count by now. So when he reaches a hand out to touch her shoulder... to prove to himself that this isn't real, he doesn't expect to come in contact with it.
Zeno grips her shoulder, afraid that she'll disappear. He forgets to not speak but at least his voice is barely above a whisper.] Kaya?
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Nodding as she holds back tears, she moves her body into his body.]
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Right now he doesn't need the red dust to feel like sound has been amplified. Zeno can hear his heart beating in his chest, the sound of his breath catching in his chest, the way her bare feet make soft sounds against the tile, the shift of fabric as she moves to press against him.
Zeno is frozen in place for a long minute after she moves. When he does finally move it's to wrap his arms around her tightly and press his face into her hair.]
It's okay, you're safe. I'll keep you safe.
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Against his body she fears she might have scared him and was about to pull back until she felt those warm arms around her. Eyes welling up, she tries to fight it back before she hears his voice and looks at his face. Only to mouth words with the softest of whispers, she doesn't want him to be taken now.]
Zeno..I'm okay
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